Weekend Plans

First, I'm sure you're curious about how we got the WC out of that opium den on Thursday evening.

It wasn't easy to round up his traveling cloths, and get him back into that compelling "Genghis Kahn meets Mike Huckabee" outfit that our logistics specialist D had kitted him up with for his trip to shake down his former employers for some allegedly unpaid expense reimbursements. And his countenance was less than cogent as we tossed him over the back of one of the Yaks we had brought into the Village, leading it as Mistress and Slave rode double back to the Yurt.

We tucked him into the stable for another evening. By morning he was more than a little ripe, but had at least regained his senses enough to realize it was time to head home to make sure he was back to work by Monday. Some of the locals escorted him to the airstrip to make sure he did not miss the plane that the SBPP had arranged for him.

And he must have made it OK, because low and behold, there was a rather lengthy comment from WC on Ms. Marie's blog yesterday, where he was offering his considerable psycho-doming skills to help her corale a female submissive to add to her stable.

"Do you think Ms. Marie will take him up on his offer, Slave?"

"Not sure Mistress.... but if he's as good with seducing women as he is with our Yaks, I guess it's worth a shot."

Now we're just looking forward to a laid back weekend here in our new digs.  Mistress will be finishing up submitting on-line college applications for our sullen teen. and I am looking forward to watching my alma mater play one of its biggest games of the season.  Just in time, D arranged for installation of a satellite dish here, and Francois, our IT guru, has properly aligned it to pick up my big game.

But we will also be having a little extra entertainment.

Remember Didi, who was involved in the infamous "Home Cumming Weekend" that caused Mistress and Slave to assume new identities and go on the lam?  She was the surprisingly strong body builder, who also demonstrated a deft touch when it came to administering a massage to Mistress. (Of course, that was after Mistress demonstrated her own deft touch with a strap-on deployed on Didi. If you missed that, thumb back two weeks for a review).

Yes, that Didi.

Well she got in touch with Mistress earlier this week.

"She's thinking about doing some massage therapy work, and wants us to critique her style, Slave."

How can you turn down an offer like that?

Now we had to explain that there might be some exotic travel arrangements to make. But she was game, and the SBPP seems to have a bottomless travel budget.... so she will be stopping by for dinner.

"Now don't pressure me to have sex with her Slave.... she may just want to have a nice dinner and give us a massage."

"I can live with that, Mistress."

Plus I'd hate to be torn between watching the two of them go at it and my team take on the evil competitors from the West Coast.

Decisions, decisions.